I swear with my hand on the heart
[mine, another’s]
that I know nothing
that I get on the train on my way home
and come off at some Glasgow terminal
that I write on my shopping list b r e a d
and rush through my front door with stolen roses
nowhere is written for how long, until when
but I hear your words climbing my body
like spiders the wonderwall
like ivy the cross
[mine, another’s]
I know nothing
and no book will be able to tell
how a hand is covering your mouth
Marriage as a granary where
our feelings and innocence are sheltered
where we fly each time like invisible angels
over the city and location of work,
where crickets are heard every summer night
here poppies burn even at night
hotter and more blessed
than on any field in love with the sun,
that is the meeting place of our souls,
where it is always spring-summer,
l'Hydre traversait les failles du temps jusqu’au désert
et sa voix était plus proche du Tout
que les rayons solaires des murs éphémères
enlevant les sables comme cette lumière vénéneuse
de la répulsion à la fascination
la tempête de rochelles noircissait le monde
et derrière eux restaient les voyelles pétrifiées
des sons bizarres
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